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bad sign

Cats are a lot like royalty. They’re all about protocol. If anything deviates from said protocol you’re in trouble. Today served a fine example…

After spending some quality time in dressing rooms over the weekend, I decided there’s a slight possibility exercising twice a week isn’t quite cutting it. So I hauled my poor, pitiful self out of bed this morning to exercise. My cats ambled into the room, took one look, and froze in their tracks. Now I understand that I’m not exactly the picture of grace when I work out, but this – this was pure and utter terror. Their eyes were as big as saucers; their ears were back. They were crouched and ready to bolt at the first sign of attack. I am, after all, the girl who sits on her butt all day in front of the computer; if I am exercising WHO KNOWS WHAT COULD HAPPEN NEXT!!!

I tried to explain. “I’m exercising – people do it all the time … ” It did nothing to squelch their fears. As a matter of fact, they appeared all the more concerned. Teenie eyed me all the more suspiciously; Mr. Bean jumped up and sprinted down the hall.

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